Archive for the april fool

se7en (L)

Posted in poetry with tags , , , , , , , on April 27, 2014 by Sarah aka Sarjé

Lean against one another, drunk with desire.

Unmake what you were making, instantly, easily.

Sacrifice the possible for what can’t be.

Trust–untrustworthy. But don’t cry to me.

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Sway

Posted in poetry with tags , , , , , , on April 18, 2014 by Sarah aka Sarjé

We would writhe together,

write together, slowly,

we would smile together,

and sway and get closer.

 

We can’t do anything together.

We won’t write and I won’t help you.

I keep expecting your words to arrive

but I know you want to be far away from me.

 

We aren’t anything anymore,

We only moved one speed, fast,

and I cried here all alone,

swaying in my bed, staring at nothing.

Fortuned Perfection

Posted in poetry with tags , , , , , , on April 18, 2014 by Sarah aka Sarjé

I hope your night with her

helped you find that fortuned

perfection. I’ve thrown away

the slip of paper now, but too many

are still left to burn.

Magic 8-Ball

Posted in poetry with tags , , , , , , on April 18, 2014 by Sarah aka Sarjé

Stuck behind the magic 8-ball,

my results read “try again later,”

but instead, I let the cue fall,

because the game was over.

Ill

Posted in poetry with tags , , , , , , on April 16, 2014 by Sarah aka Sarjé

I’ve got frogs’ legs pumping their way

out of my throat, and feel like truck-bait,

a sitting duck on the road, ready to be hit.

I’m neighing and whinnying because I can’t

seem to get past being a sinker,

hanging on the end of your transparent

fly-line, and now it’s called off, the curled cord

around my neck is last of my hang-ups.

 

I’ve got a fever and the only prescription

is for you to stay the fuck away from me.

Car Alarm

Posted in poetry with tags , , , , , , on April 9, 2014 by Sarah aka Sarjé

Become so it’s second-nature now,

this car-alarm feeling, this nightmare of

numbness, the Ping-Pong rebounding,

the revolting rattling of being runner-up.

Parrots

Posted in poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on April 1, 2014 by Sarah aka Sarjé

There with bells on, because I am your

brightly-colored court jester, repeating lines

thrown far and wide, the Peaches to your

Cream. So much guesswork, uncharted

territory. I have always wanted to explore,

and you are the undiscovered country

I always foolishly hoped I’d find.